and that other guy idk his name too lazy to look

anonymous asked:

Um I don't want to offend you by asking this, but do you have any recommendations for mm cc creators? I love your work, but I want a variety in my game with cas and build mode. Also, cc creators don't only use THEIR cc. I think. Thanks!

Hmm well there are A LOT of mm creators. And ur definition of mm is probably different then mine, bc some people think recolors aren’t mm enough lmao. but ‘off the top of my head(see page 10000000)’ the mm cc creators I see a lot of stuff from is:

(THIS IS NOT A FOLLOW FOREVER)

Keep reading

kuroken; don’t call kenma lazy in front of kuroo. just—don’t.

for @dgalerab - idk if someone beat me to it but i too, like kuroo, would defend kenma to the depths of hell and beyond,,


They’re eating lunch when it happens. It’s just the two of them today, Kuroo nabbing a random vacant chair to join Kenma at his desk because the second year doesn’t feel like moving. Or talking. Or really anything, but that’s a whole other can of worms.

Kuroo talks for the both of them, one of his notebooks open next to his bento as he drops broccoli into Kenma’s box when he thinks the other boy isn’t looking. Kenma has his phone out, but he’s barely scrolling through it. Instead, he’s steadily picking through his lunch, silently taking in Kuroo’s babbling about some sort of revelation in the chemistry world. He hums every now and then to let Kuroo know he’s listening. It’s almost peaceful, as familiar this scene was.

Then, of course, one of Kenma’s classmates, a tall kid with glasses whose name Kenma can never bother to remember, has to go and make a snide remark about him, just loud enough for most everyone in the classroom can hear. 

“There’s no way he made the starting line up without kissing ass. I mean, if Kozume’s lazy ass can be a starter, then what does that say about our volleyball team, right?”

Kuroo falls silent immediately, fingers clenching his chopsticks so hard Kenma’s afraid they’ll break. He wants to say something, or run away, or tell Kuroo to ignore them, but he can’t. He just hunches further into his sweater.

“Excuse me,” Kuroo says, turning in his chair. His tone is light, almost conversational, but his eyes are the sharp kind of dangerous when he plays against opponents that don’t play nice. “What the fuck did you just say?”

The kid sniffs, and Kenma isn’t sure if he should be in awe of his classmate for being so undaunted when there’s a large scary third year glaring him down. “I said, i don’t understand how Kozume is on the team. He doesn’t talk, he’s creepy, and he’s lazy—”

“Kuro,” Kenma says quietly, but his friend doesn’t hear him. Kenma can only watch on nervously, fingers twitching around his phone. The whole classroom is watching the exchange with varying degrees of alarm.

Kuroo finally stands, stretching to his full height. He easily looms over the other kid. “Have you ever gone to a game of ours?” he says, staring the kid down. “Do you even know what volleyball is? How it’s a team sport? How each member carries their own weight, how each team relies on its setter? Have you ever seen Kenma play? Do you know that he’s our setter, the setter who is currently carrying us to nationals? Do you know how much time he puts into studying other teams’ plays, how long he stays for extra practice with all of us, individually? Do you?”

The other kid has the sense of gulp. He pushes on his glasses, glancing away from Kuroo, but not even his friends are willing to help him out of that. Kenma understands. Kuroo is real scary when he needs to be.

“If you want to talk shit about Nekoma Volleyball Club, fine,” Kuroo says, tilting his head so his too-long bangs throw shadows over his narrow eyes. “But let’s see you come to an actual game first, huh? There’s a practice match this Saturday. I invite you.” 

Kenma watches sweat gather on the poor kid’s forehead. But Kuroo isn’t done.

“And if you ever dare call Kenma lazy again,” says Kuroo, leaning forwards until the kid has to tilt his head back to maintain eye contact. “We’ll be having another nice chat. Understood?”

The kid swallows audibly. He manages a strangled Y-yes, and then Kuroo is settling back next to Kenma, picking up his chopsticks and continuing his spiel about some unique chemical bond only found in space as if nothing happened. The noise level in the classroom picks up again, and Kenma puts down his phone.

He doesn’t say anything, but when he knocks his knee against Kuroo’s and feels the other boy press back gently, he knows he doesn’t need to.

I started watching the lazy town stage play(s?) and here’s what I’ve gleaned so far:

-its a fucking trip for starters 

-Srsly I have no idea what the fuck is going on

-is this like…meant for kids? Adults??? What’s happening here?????

-because all the kids are played by adults but that doesn’t make the upskirt shots of Stephanie and her tiny ass dress any less weird

-or that time íþró broke into Pixel’s house or grabbed Trixie’s hair (not that she didn’t deserve it but jesus)

-Trixie, by the way, is a fucking bitch

-Stingy on the other hand is like…kind of a putz? Idk I haven’t seen the whole thing yet

-why are they always singing about piss

-oh my god that reminds me. Glanni. Where do I even fucking start

-I see why ppl characterize him as a sauve pretty mettaton-type character but he seems like the kind of guy who lives in the trash and wears mismatched stuff he reclaimed from a dumpster, maybe after tossing some glitter on it

-I mean he owns it, he’s clearly king bitch of trash mountain here but…still

-I guess he appearently killed flowers by how bad he smells

-he also poisoned the town or something??? I’m not at that part yet

-Damn Glanni chill the fuck out that’s intense. This is a children’s show. I think

-its extra weird bc Robbie Rotten is like Dr. Doofinshmirtz evil. He thinks he’s the devil but clearly he’s the towns lovable minor inconvenience at best. Glanni would stab a man over the last McDonald’s fry at the bottom of the bag

-the thing is he’s also a total dork like Robbie tho and I wish ppl played that up a bit more too. He’s like Bill Cipher-ish in his ability to be both threatening and a petty dumb goober 

-Petty. He’s so petty. God. I love him. 

-that hat. I would mug him for that hat 

-speaking of hats…íþró…what the fuck are you wearing

-that doesn’t match at all what the fuck its like bright orange

-I’m sorry íþró Sporty has a way better uniform thing going. It looks like he’s wearing a race car; you look like you rummaged through the Halloween costume bargain bin at the thrift store on November first 

-(in cause you’re wondering why I just call him íþró but used the dipthong I was dedicated enough to look up the Icelandic language wiki page and download the Icelandic language keyboard but I’m too lazy to either write out his full name or copy paste it atm so this is what y'all get. That’s all you need to know about my personality btw I feel)

-(anyway back to dragging him)

-ngl the boyo is cute. He’s not as pure as Sporty but he’s still pretty pure and it hurts me 

-that mustache tho

-Appearently the guy who plays him also wrote the damn thing and created the lazytown tv series so I’ve gotta ask… is this whole thing just so Magnus can do some sick kick flips and shit. Like did he write this entire thing around him showing off his hella parkour skills. I need answers here

-íþró’s name appearently means “sports elf” like that’s his name

-ngl when I first started reading lazytown fic I thought ppl made that up but everyone just accepted it as canon, like the lotr elves having pointy ears or Suzumiya Haruni being god. I just thought that was fanon

-nope. Dudes literally a “sports elf” whatever the fuck that is

-Fae!Robbie and Glanni is appearently fanon tho. Bummer. It would explain a lot

-um…damn I’m not super far in. I’ve just seen little bits and pieces to get a feel of what’s going on

-Glanni literally threw away text books I’m…wtf

-actually what the fuck is his motivation btw I mean Robbie just wants everyone to shut up because he’s a raging insolmniac who lives under this noisy ass town, and if some guy in a blue tracksuit and a night cap jumped around me like a hyperactive jackrabbit and told me to eat a vegetable id hate him too. Whys Glanni so bent out of shape

-Glanni is a good meower 

-the mayhem town gang…what….

-what’s with the weird bird puppet

-he went from throwing away text books and vegetables to poisoning people? Glanni calm the fuck down 

-the visual effects are like? Really good?? Just like the series???

-pixel being white is weirding me out btw

-I relate to all versions of pixel tho as it turns out. Fuck going outside. I can watch tv AND write. im doing it right now 

-the remote belt is great btw. I need me one

-omg I love how that meme about sportacus jumping out of the tv to tell you to go outside is canon tho

-*íþró jumps out of my screen and crushes my skull between his athletic thighs, killing me instantly*

Worth Fighting For (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: hey guys! I really liked this plot and it was very fun to write! Also gueeesss whaaat?? I only have two more imagines to write until I will open my requests again! Anyways I hope you enjoy this imagine and also P.S. I picture Spencer as like s2 -s4 like a smol Spencer idk you let your imagination run that’s what just went through my head as I wrote this 😋

Warnings: sexism, men being mean to reader

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: A case where they meet Reader from another team and Spencer can see how badly they treat her (always “you’re wrong, shut up, I’m talking, do something else, …”) and she can barely talk to him especially because he is so intelligent. After some time he begins to see that she is smart too and he’s falling for her and in the end she quits her job to come with Spencer and the team and they offer her a job there because Spencer

Requested by: @anon

Upcoming Imagine: the reader and Spencer have only been living together for about a week…

-

“My name is Agent George Clemens from NY FBI. This is my partner Agent Daniel Roose.“ Your team member said putting out his hand to shake the other FBI teams hands.

You stood behind them, in the shadows as always.

“We’re going to need all of your files on Austin Mathers.” The chief said with a stern look.

You observed the team; they looked strong, bonded, much unlike yours.

Drama, sexism, and racism runs in your team.

Only a few men were really close, they worked together for the most part leaving two men and the women out of the picture.

It’s not like you could stand up for yourself, you would get fired and this is your dream job, you’ve worked so hard to get to where you are now.

One man on the team seemed to catch your eye more than the rest.

He was tall, skinny, and very handsome.

“What about her?” He asked, making eye with you.

“Oh she’s no one. Right this way.” George said pushing past you, along with Daniel.

You stepped out of the way to let the Quantico team pass as well.

A black haired girl smiled at you, along with a blonde, and it made you feel a little bit like you belonged, but you knew they would leave in about a week and you would be left with your cruel team again.

You watched as they all passed you, even the tall man that caught your eye.

You sighed and started to walk the other way to your desk.

-

“Y/N take these files to the Quantico FBI squad down the hall, would ya.” George said plopping 3 boxes of files on the table.

“Uh yeah sure.” You said struggling to pick them all up at once.

“Not all at once, stupid.” He yelled before scoffing at you.

Your face turned red as you took one box at a time.

As you left the room, you almost ran into the tall man from earlier.

“S-sorry I can be…”

“Let me help you with that. I can carry two.” He said walking into the room you came out of and coming out with the two other boxes of files.

Spencer had been walking by to get coffee when he heard the men disrespecting you.

He watched through the window as you tried your best and they shot you down, and it pissed him off.

You both walked to the room his team was in.

“I’m Spencer by the way, what’s yours? I asked earlier but those idiots didn’t give me the chance to get an answer.” He said with a smile.

You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You felt needed and wanted for the first time in this building.

“Oh uh I’m Y/N.” You said with a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N. Would you like to stay in here with us? It will take you away from those jerks.” He said setting the boxes down.

“Yeah! Your welcome to hang with us!” The black haired lady said with a smile.

“As wonderful that would be, I need to go back. If I’m not helping them I could get fired.” You said shyly.

“What? But you are your own independent person. You shouldn’t have to do others’ work to keep your own job.” Spencer said.

“Well that’s just the way it is around here I guess.” You said sadly as you left the room.

“What the hell took you so long?” Daniel asked throwing his arms out.

“I-I don’t know I just walk slow.” You said standing with your fingers intertwined.

“It’s not the only thing you do slow. Why don’t you pick up the pace before I report you. I can get you fired in a phonecall.”

-

Throughout the day, Spencer helplessly watched as you were bossed around and yelled at to do things when the lazy slobs were sitting back and talking.

You had dropped a file and George just walked past you like nothing happened.

Someone had bumped into you (probably on purpose) and you spilt coffee all over your new blazer.

But each time, Spencer came and helped you.

He helped you gather all of the papers.

He offered to go buy you a new blazer as he helped you attempt to get the coffee out of the cloth.

Each time he helped you, George and Daniel were watching, and they weren’t kidding when they said they could get you fired in a phone call.

You got called to your bosses office, and you knew your time was up.

“Your fired Y/N. Your wasting time on the hour and your constantly bugging the visiting team. Your out by the end of the day.” He said simply.

“O-okay.” You said as your voice cracked.

You left his office and quickly walked to your little cubicle.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you started to pack your things and you heard a faint knock on your wall.

You turned around and saw Spencer standing there with a frown on his face.

“Did I get you fired?” He asked kindly.

You furrowed your brows. “I mean… you didn’t but I did get fired.” You said quietly as you wiped your eyes.

“Good.” Spencer said with a smile.

“What the hell asshole!” You yelled making his eyes go wide.

“No no I’m saying good because that means you can fill the spot in our team.” He said quickly.

You let what he said process in your mind, and your face lit up. You jumped up and into his arms as you hugged him tightly.

“Your so not an asshole. I was just kidding.” You said with a big smile.

“Okay good.” He said as he awkwardly hugged back.

“I never thought I would of wanted to be fired so bad until now. Thank you so much.” You said squealing and jumping into his arms again.

“I-I guess I just couldn’t handle seeing those men treat you so poorly.” He said with a smile.

-

A couple months later, you had passed your training and were now officially a member of the BAU.

You and Spencer had found a similarity in both of you, being your insane intelligence.

Your high IQs and science jokes had brought you both closer, and even sparked a relationship.

Spencer had asked to take you to dinner, and now you stood in front of your mirror, checking your adorable outfit once more before grabbing your purse and heading out the door for the first man that had respected you in a long time.

Soulmate AU! Wonwoo

A/N: I couldn’t find this gif and i gave up trying to find one if there is one. so have a pic friends. also based off of going seventeen ep 2 but i switched some events.
GOD im so lazy writing this w/e sorry for bad quality my dudes

The first time you see your soulmate a red string appears faintly, every time you see them it gets more visible till it reaches a bright glowing red.

  • So you know svt was in LA for filming
  • and how they have free time
  • also how they were recording??
  • so basically who wouldn’t notice a bunch of tall handsome foreigners holding up cameras filming themselves speaking in a foreign language
  • or cameramen?? idk man

Keep reading

Reunite

Idol: Jeon Jungkook

Word count: 1,774

Genre: Angst…?(idk you tell me)

Request:  Can I get first angst and then it turns into fluff scenario with jungkook (BTS) (I really really like school scenarios or when you are working with then or like he is an idol and you’re fan) 💕❤

A/N: I don’t know if you  could tell…. but i got a little too carried away. But i hope you like it! and sorry if there are any typos, its like 2 in the morning and i was too lazy to re-read everything.



Jeon Jungkook, the most popular guy in school, every girl wanted him and every guy wanted to be him, even the teachers loved him. With his jet black hair and breath taking smile. He can sing, dance, and rap, what the hell can’t he do, he was perfect, not to mention that he was a mastermind with the ladies. Everyone loved him.

.

.

NOT

.

.

Keep reading

Neighbors

Guess who finally met Shinsou in the manga?? And is obsessed?? ….send help.
Also, this uh, could be ot4…ish? Maybe? Idk I’m thinking out loud as i go

-The house next to the one the three shared was….well, Izuku called it cursed. No matter who moved in there, they always ended up leaving within two weeks. They weren’t entirely sure why. Maybe the place was haunted (“un-fucking-likely” –Katsuki) or maybe it was just so crappy on the inside, that no one wanted to put in the effort to fix it. Whatever the reason it was great at keeping pesky neighbors away. Anyway, that was how it became nicknamed the Fortress.

-When they heard that someone new was moving into the Fortress, everyone had to take a peek at who it was. His name was Shinsou Hitoshi and the first reactions to him wen something like this:
Shouto: “His hair’s purple.”
Katsuki: “and what, yours is so normal-looking, Halfie?”
Shouto: “I was just commenting.”
Izuku: “I think he looks nice! Let’s say hi!”
Shouto & Katsuki: “…”

-Right, so Shouto didn’t think it’d be worth it to talk to someone who would move out soon anyway. And Katsuki hated anyone who breathed too close to him. So Izuku planned on walking over to greet their new neighbor.

-He didn’t have to. Hitoshi actually came over himself and introduced himself to the three. Some of the other Fortress neighbors did that, so it wasn’t too surprising, though Katsuki was annoyed. However, that visit spurred a single comment from Shouto, and that single comment effectively drove them all insane for the next two weeks. As soon as the door closed behind their new neighbor, Shouto casually remarked, “he’s kinda cute.”

-It all went to hell after that.

-They turned into a bunch of teenagers. Izuku went out to get the mail every morning, and pretended that he was looking to see if Hitoshi moved out yet. What he was really doing was trying to look for his hot neighbor while walking as slowly as possible to his mailbox.

-One time, he and Hitoshi went out at the same time to get their mail. And their boxes were right beside each other. Izuku had been lazy that morning, and hadn’t seen Hitoshi any other time; so instead of changing, he’d walked out there in nothing but these ridiculous All Might pj bottoms. He almost had a stroke when he saw Hitoshi out in his yard too, dear god. Then Hitoshi just absently said, “cute pjs,” and Izuku almost dented the mailbox with One for All.

-Shouto had his “moment” with the new neighbor when he found a tabby cat sitting on top of the fence separating their yards. It became his friend after a while. He went over to pet it every day and even brought it a treat once.

- He didn’t even know it was Hitoshi’s cat until he spotted Hitoshi petting her one day, leaning on the fence and cooing soft words to her. There was something about the way his eyes softened when he looked at her that held Shouto in place.

-He stared for a full minute, and jumped when Hitoshi noticed and called, “hi, Todoroki!”

-It took a lot longer for Katsuki to even admit that he thought Hitoshi was attractive. He was in such a state of denial that one mention of their neighbor made him shoot his boyfriends death glares or kick them under the dinner table. This resulted in him ignoring Hitoshi like he didn’t even exist. If Hitoshi tried to say hi, the most he’d get back was a grunt.

-Until the day that Katsuki took two steps outside, glanced over at the Fortress, and saw Hitoshi on the porch. He’d just gotten back from a run, apparently, and was using the bottom of his shirt to wipe sweat from his face. And that revealed…uh…A LOT.

-Katsuki’s thoughts basically went from, “am I stronger than him? Probably,” to “I had no fucking clue he had a fucking six pack.”

-Hitoshi: “Oh, hey, Bakugou! You okay? You look a little red…”
Katsuki: “NO I DON’T.”
Hitoshi: “But you—”
Katsuki: “GOODBYE. ….AND PUT A FUCKING SHIRT ON.”

-Surprisingly, Hitoshi became the first neighbor to last more than two weeks. In fact, he still hasn’t moved out yet. He’s not really sure why, the house kind sucks and needs so much work. Maybe it has something to do with those three guys that live next door…

Picking of Pumpkins

So this is part of a book I’m writing on Quotev.  idk how to do descriptions man I’m new at this

Your superhero name in the fic is gonna be Wraith. Okay? Okay.


“GET UP YOU LAZY LUMPS”, you banged two pots together in hopes of waking the Avengers up. They -except for Natasha, who was sitting at the table- had already slept through all of their alarms, and you had tried countless other things like poking them, opening their curtains, and ripping off their blankets.(Bad idea for Tony- he had chosen that night to sleep naked, an image you’ll never get out of your head.)

     One by one avengers started trickling into the kitchen. Clint, who was the last one in, yawned “Why must you wake us up in such an ungodly way at such an ungodly hour, it’s u-” “Clint if you say ungodly one more time I will fucking murder you.” Tony said, sitting down at the table. “Language,” Steve chided tiredly. “I made pancakes,” you pointed to a stack of pancakes ready to be eaten. “And Clint, it’s ten, that’s hardly an ungodly hour.” Natasha put in. Bucky reached for the syrup and Sam snatched it away before he could grab it. They then proceeded to get into a fight. You sighed and face palmed. 

     "Why did you wake us up though? You normally just let us sleep.“ Bruce asked. "Becauseee we’re going pumpkin picking” you did jazz hands, and no one seemed impressed. Tony stared “Y/N, you woke us up to go pumpkin picking?” You huffed “You guys are so boring when it comes to holidays and I love Halloween so we’re going pumpkin picking. Now get off your asses and get dressed.” Their eyes widened and they all rushed out to get dressed. 

     Half an hour later the Avengers had crammed into your car and you were off to the pumpkin patch. It had been fifteen minutes when Loki spoke up. “Y/N, why are we going to go buy pumpkins?” You blinked, “to carve them, why else?” “But why would we need to carve them?” Thor asked as you switched lanes. You glanced in the rear view mirror. “Anyone else wanna answer that?” They all shook their heads. You sighed, “fine, there are many different traditions and reasons why people carve pumpkins, they range from trying to scare evil spirits away to carving ancestors faces into the pumpkins to honor them.” Thor and Loki nodded in understanding. You noticed the pumpkin patch up ahead and found a parking spot. “All right guys, we’re here. Now get outta my car.”

     You all trudged to the entrance before stopping. “All right I think we should split up into teams of two, Thor and Bruce, you two are together, Tony and Rhodey, Bucky and Steve, Sam and Scott, Clint and Pietro, T'challa and Wanda, Nat and I, Loki and Vision.” The avengers all nodded and mumbled their agreement and then you were off. You hummed to yourself and walked with Natasha while Loki and Vision walked ahead (or in Vision’s case, floated). You felt a sharp poke in your arm and flinched. You glared at Natasha, “why’d you do that?” She smiled maniacally, “because I have just seen the best pumpkin in the patch and Tony’s about to beat you to it.” Your head snapped up and you spotted said pumpkin and Tony walking towards it.

     Your eyes narrowed and you sprinted towards the pumpkin. You passed Tony, made sure no little kid wanted it, checked the pumpkin over, and scooped it into your arms. Tony groaned, “aww I wanted that pumpkin,” you smirked at him, “too slow, princess.” Then you ran over to Natasha. She smiled, “Now that you have a nice pumpkin, you need to help me find one.” You groaned, “really Nat?” Her smile grew so it stretched across her face in quite a creepy way. “Alright, alright, just stop smiling, you’re scaring me.” She snickered and you two went off to find her a perfect pumpkin.

     "Come on Pietro just pick a pumpkin, everyone else picked one.“ Steve was getting rather tired. You guys had been there for five hours and Pietro still hadn’t picked a pumpkin because he was a diva and wanted a perfect pumpkin. You sighed, "I’m gonna go buy the pumpkins we already have.” Tony smiled, “great idea, I’ll come with you.” You smiled back at him before grabbing the handle of the wagon and pulling it to the cashier. The cashier saw you both and his jaw dropped. “You’re Wraith!” He looked at Tony, “and you’re Iron Man! Oh my gosh, I’m such a big fan of you both! Can I have an autograph?” You gave him a quick grin and signed the piece of paper that he handed to you for you to autograph. “We need to buy these,” Tony said, pulling up the wagon. “Oh, yeah.” You (using Tony’s credit card) paid for your pumpkins and loaded them into your car. 

     You came back to the pumpkin patch to find that Pietro still hadn’t picked a pumpkin. Noticing Bruce was going a little green you decided to quickly calm the situation down. “Pietro, if you pick a pumpkin now, I’ll let you carve yours first.” His eyes lit up at the prospect of being the first to carve his pumpkin so he agreed. You paid for his pumpkin and you all got into the car. Wanda who was sitting next to you smiled and whispered, “quick thinking, is he really going to be the first to carve his pumpkin?” You grinned back at her, “Nah, I bought enough pumpkin tools so everyone goes at the same time.” She high fived you and you turned your focus onto driving. 

     When you got back to the compound everyone was itching to carve their pumpkin, your excitement had rubbed off on them. You spread out newspapers and carving tools and let the Avengers wreak havoc. Most of the pumpkins were actually very good, the best was Loki, surprising, seeing as he had never done this before. You looked at each pumpkin and rolled your eyes. Loki had carved a cat silhouetted by the moon, Clint had carved a bow an arrow, Natasha had carved a black widow hourglass, Wanda opted for the traditional pumpkin face, Tony had carved his face into it while Thor carved his hammer. Steve carved his shield and Pietro carved the Nike symbol. Bruce carved a normal face along with Wanda. Bucky carved a star and Sam carved some wings. Rhodey carved his suit’s helmet while T'challa carved a panther. You carved a Jack Skellington face while Scott carved an ant. Vision freaked out over what to carve and ended up carving a pumpkin on the pumpkin. After everyone had finished and pumpkin guts were strewn everywhere. You stepped back to look at the mess that was made and sighed. This was gonna take a very long time to clean up.


Word count: 1178

the bus part 2 (Lin Manuel Miranda x reader)

summary : ur on a bus & Lin happens to be on the same one too & u expose ur fangirlness

warnings : maybe cussing¿? embarrassment ,, shipping

pronouns : they/them

a/n : I’m sorry it took so long GUYS !! I’m a bad PERSON & A BAD WRITER!! enjoy

tags : @youtubeandsatan
@favriotefightingfrenchmeme @katkitters

1 ,, 2 ,, next chapter in the works 
_______________________________________________

you put your head to the window instead of his shoulder, plugging both earphones in and handing him the phone.

“you want to choose something?” you ask, laughing at him fumbling with your phone. the music app was opened up, so he roamed your music library, and found a playlist full of your favorite musical songs. he scrolled down, finding alexander hamilton, and pressed it.

“that’s quite self-indulgent” you comment, then pluck out one earphone and pressed it into Lins hand, beckoning him to use it. he listened to the song with you, and you dramatically lip synced the song, making him smile. you reach for your phone and put one of your songs, (favorite west side story song), and watched a grin break out on his face.

“no way!”

“YES way! I love west side story oh my god!” you laugh. he grins and keeps staring at you, even after the moment is done.

“what is it? Do I have something on my face?” you ask, and Lin shakes his head. you look at him quizzically, and he chuckles.

“you know, you should stop covering that smile of yours, it really is something else.” he pushes some hair out of your face. a blush danced across your face.

“uh- thanks.” you reply, not knowing how to react to such a blatant compliment.

“no problem.” and you two stopped conversing. you felt your eyelids start to droop again, and Lin watched you drift off to sleep. your head fell against the window, but with Lin moving ever so slightly and manipulating his arms, your head now rested on his shoulder. he smiled to himself and played with your hair. it was a long bus ride, but at least he had you with him.

he checked the clock, 4 hours to their destination. he knew you’d wake up in the next hour, which means he had about 3 hours to make a long enough lasting impression that you’d even consider going out with him. maybe he’d buy you coffee on the way back? maybe he’d continue texting you and slow burn his way to your heart? he needed to know where you lived too, in the least creepy way possible. what if you were from England? he didn’t hear it in your voice, but you never know. if you were in New York or San Francisco- that would be enough. he had houses in both areas, because of the huge productions going on between the two. he could move the California house and grow closer to YOU until one day you confess your undying love to him and you both get married and live happily ever after. ok maybe he was taking this a little too far, but he did want at least a chance with you at something.

he felt you begin to stir and looked at you. you were blushing as you realized the position you had fallen into, stuttering an apology before yawning and stretching out.

“how much longer till we reach Millford Sound?” you ask, too lazy to do the math.

“about 2 hours. why? that desperate to get away from me?” he jokes, making you roll your eyes.

“no you dum dum, the rest of my family and tanushka’s are waiting there. they went on an earlier bus.” you reply, redoing your hair and getting your stuff together. you take out your phone and start to scroll through the twitter notifications. little known to Lin, you had quite a large following on twitter. his post urged people to start creating a ship name with the two of you, something spreading to the ends of twitter.

“no way.” you muttered, laughing as you saw some of the posts.

if (shipname) doesn’t float then I’m banishing myself to an island where I will eventually die alone of no human contact nor supplies

y/n & Lin are my new ship and I will die by them

I s2g y/n is already so cute & Lin is a smol they’re made for each other

repeat it with me kids- (shipname) is realer then the tea on d-trump

you showed them to Lin, his eyes widening.

“I guess we have a few shippers on our hands” he says.

“no SHIT captain obvious!” you laugh, then check tumblr. somehow, the ship had spread there too. maybe… the thought went through your head. if he wanted your number, what else could he want? you shook your head, there was no way! how could a fan like you get the most amazing genius on the planet?


(idk should I continue?) (I’ll put in the link to the previous chapter afterwards when I have access to a computer)

Best Friend! Yoongi (pt2)

Originally posted by jeonbase

 PART ONE !!

word count: 1500+ idk lmao

alsO this is my thiRD time uploading this wtf im sorry i keep making mistakes

-       Okay so like let’s be honest you guys would probably low key live together

-       like you’d have a draw full of your clothes in his closet and you’d probably wear his sweaters without even realising and he’d have his own toothbrush in your bathroom

-       and he’d always turn up at your house with a packet of Doritos and demand to play Mario Kart only to get really sulky when he loses

-       “leave me alone, you cheated”

-       “yoongi, you can exactly cheat at mAriO kART”

-       “yeah whatever go make me a sandwich or somethin”

-       “do it yourself lazy ass”

-       he’d probably text you at 3 am like aLL THE TIME and you’ll always reply despite being half asleep and it’d be him asking for your opinion of some lyrics or he’d send you a lil demo like “I totally haven’t been working on this for 3 months,, tell me you hate it”

Keep reading

Strange Love // Lip Gallagher (part one)

Strange Love // Lip Gallagher (part one)

*beep* text message from Lip :P:
Meet me at mine, no one’s home so I need some company x

You read the text message from Lip and rolled your eyes.

text message to Lip :P:
I live next door. You couldn’t have come to the door and asked me you lazy shit?

*beep* text message from Lip :P:
Soz bub you know how lazy I am. Now come over :(

text message to Lip :P:
fine. be there in 30 seconds.

You giggled as you sent that message. You grabbed your favourite jacket and walked outside to the usually loud and crowded house next door that your best friend lived in. You didn’t bother knocking on the door, you just walked straight in and went upstairs to Lip’s room.

“35 seconds Y/N. I’m not impressed.” Lip teased.

“I can leave ya know?” You raised your eyebrow in a joking manner.

“No don’t!” He yelled as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his bed. “I want cuddles from my best friend.” He pouted. You laughed at his clinginess before curling into a ball so Lip could wrap his large body around yours.

“Can I ask you something?” Lip asked.

“Sure.” You replied kind of nervous. He flipped you around so you were facing him.

“Will you go on a date with me?”

“What?” You choked. “U-um I can’t.”
“Y/N no. Please you ca-“

“Stop.” You ran your hands through your hair. “I’m sorry Lip. I can’t.”

“What are you talking about?” He said, tears threatening to spill.

“I have to go Phillip.” You said using his full name which took him by surprise. You never do that.

You ran out of his room and downstairs, then straight out the front door. You wanted to go back home but you knew that Lip would go looking for you so you ran to the park nearest to your house.

You got to the park and started thinking about anything and everything.

I constantly worry no one will love me and I don’t quite know why. All of my past boyfriends have either cheated or left after two or more months of being together. Is it something that I’m doing or have done? Am I too clingy? Too ugly? Who knows.

Lip’s my best friend. I can’t date my best friend. He’ll end up leaving too. I can’t lose my best friend even if he was to be my boyfriend. Although, Lip would make a good boyfriend. My friend Mandy used to have a thing with Lip, she always went on about how great he was and how he treated her like the only girl in the world. I’m sure she’d be fine with me dating him right? Wait what am I thinking about… I’m not dating Lip.

Lip’s P.O.V.

I sat on my bed with my head in my hands thinking about how much I fucked up.

Y/N’s my best friend, I can’t lose her. Maybe I came on too strong. I should’ve just eased into it like told her how I feel and then asked her, maybe that would’ve worked. It’s too late now. Maybe I waited too long. What if she had feelings for me before? I shouldn’t have wasted my time on Mandy.

No. Mandy was an amazing girlfriend. Y/N was the one leading me on! It’s her fault she was telling me she needed me and that she loved me… she could’ve just told me the truth ya know? I still love her though… whether it be as a friend or as a girlfriend… I need to talk to her.

-cliffhanger cause why not. part two should be up soon-ish idk lol-

-this was requested: Hi! Can you do a Lip Gallagher imagine kinda based off of Dive by Ed Sheeran? Like where the reader is best friends with Lip and has had a few boyfriends/flings in the past few years but they always end up leaving within a month or two. And then Lip tells reader that be has feelings for them but reader is hesitant about it because of all the other guys. No rush. :)-

Peter getting into a fist fight at school

Originally posted by teamunderoos


//can you do an imagine where the reader steps in to defend Peter from some guys at school because she knows he can’t use his powers but it somehow ends up with Peter defending the reader? oh and can the reader also be an Avenger because I love it when you write the reader as having powers too. and idk maybe some of the team will show up? thxxxxx//

warning: mild cussing, mild violence, mentions of blood


“I’ll meet you at the water fountain before lunch, got it? Aunt May put both our lunch money in your book bag so I don’t wanna have to search all over school for you.” you say to Peter, nudging his arm and giving his a serious look.

You’ve been staying at Peter’s house for the past two weeks while your parents are out of town doing god knows what. You usually stay at home by yourself, but when Aunt May found out you’d been eating ramen noodles for dinner every night, she insisted you stay with her and Peter. 

Peter’s been your best friend since…forever. You’ve slept over his house since you were in first grade, but only for weekends or on summer break. But now you two have practically been living together on and off for a year and it’s been an adventure to say the least. 

Especially since every so often you two are called away on missions with the Avengers. Something about fighting crime together really brings two friends closer. That and the fact that you two are the only ones outside of the team who know about each other’s powers, makes you closer than any two people on the planet.

“Yeah I know y/n. Water fountain, got it.” he says with fake annoyance before turning the corner to to his next class, “See ya later.” 

You give him a lazy wave as you turn sharply on your heel to drag your feet to Advanced Algebra 101. 

“Oh god, my textbook.” you mutter to yourself, rushing to your locker to find the book among the clutter.

By the time you fiddle the lock open, the hallways are clear. You know you’re going to be extremely late considering your classroom is on the other side of the school.

You grumble curse words frustratedly as you speed walk down the shortcut most kids are too nervous to take. It can basically cut any route to a class in half, but in order to get there, you have to pass the east wing bathroom. It’s where all the kids who wanna ditch but can’t, because security guards roam the campus, hang out. They gather to talk trash and smoke overpriced weed that is probably just oregano, not that they could tell the difference. 

But they get bored quick and like to grab any idiot kid who walks too close, shoving their head in the toilet or making them eat wet paper towels. It’s childish, but affective in keeping people away from their spot.

“You’re such a bitch.” an amused voice rings, stopping you in your tracks.

You’re an inch away from the west wing bathroom, one more step and you’d be spotted. You start to take a step back when your sneakers make a shrill squeaking sound against the linoleum floors. 

“Who’s that?” another voice calls, walking out of the bathroom doorway right where you were standing.

If you’d been there he’d have gotten you for sure. But your body is pressed against the ceiling, sneakers in hand. You know you shouldn’t be using your powers in school, especially without a mask on, but it’s an impulse thing.

When the muscular football playing looking guy is out of view, you slowly gather a gust of wind to carry you to the ground. 

Peter and the rest of the team like to joke and call you “the last airbender” because you can control the elements. Well, most of them. You’re still working on water. But fire, air, and earth you’ve got all under control. 

You tuck your squeaky sneakers behind an unused recycling bin, backing against the wall and sidestepping to the corner. You peak your head around into the open boys bathroom door, not even daring to breathe. 

“Got some money for me Parker?” the taunting voice asks rhetorically and you barely stop a gasp from escaping your lips. 

It’s Peter.

There are three guys in the small space, only one of which you recognize. One of them is rummaging through Peter’s backpack, the other, Drew who you know from English, is counting the lunch money Aunt May left, and the last guy is holding Peter by the front of his hoodie, forcing him against the tile wall. 

“That’s not mine.” Peter says harshly, his hands clenched into fists, “It’s for-”

Before he can finish the sentence you’re sure will end with your name, the one with the money, Drew, takes a long stride and socks him right in the face. The wave of laughter that ripples through them is enough to block out your string of curses. 

Peter opens his mouth in pain, brushing his fingers against his sure to be bruised jaw and busted lip. 

“It’s for who Parker? Your girlfriend?” Drew asks sarcastically, examining his knuckles, “Y/n’s her name right? She’s a little too…dorky for my dating taste. But I’d still bang her.” 

You roll your eyes, used to hearing the way immature boys talk. But Peter hates when anyone talks about you, ever. 

Peter freezes for a split second, his eyes glassing over with sharp anger. 

“She wouldn’t come near you if you guys were the last two humans on earth.” he says through clenched teeth, spitting dark blood on the ground like they do in the movies. 

“I don’t know.” Drew shrugs, “Some flowers, smooth talking, graphic novels or whatever you geeks like, and she’d be putty in my hands.”

Before your brain can comprehend what your legs are doing, you’ve stepped around the corner and into the bathroom. 

“I actually prefer comic books.” you retort sharply before Peter can defend you and get hit again.

“Y/n don’t-” Peter urges, his words cut off by another strong blow to the stomach.

On pure instinct, you slide forward in two easy strides and sweep Drew to the ground. Your hands tighten around his collar as your fists rears back to punch him in the throat. Anger radiates from every inch of your body, only building with every second. 

It’s then that you notice the gurgling sound from the toilets behind you. Like boiling water that’s gone over the edge. The four sinks in front of you start to vibrate and drip with water, but no one has turned them on.

It’s your powers. 

The other two guys gaze at you with momentary fear, but it’s Peter’s intense look that makes you realize the flaw in your plan. You’re not supposed to be strong or fast or able to overpower a teenage guy twice your size. If you finish this, if you punch this kid in the throat like he deserves, the faucets could explode or water could jump from the toilets like a geyser. Your cover could be blown. You have no idea how to control the water aspect of your powers, if anger built the pressure up, the release of it could set it off. 

Peter shakes his head so slightly you barely catch it. But you loosen your grip on Drew’s collar just enough for him to slip out of it. He takes a second to get to his feet, and you just stand there pretending to be dumbfounded by his “quick” escape. The rattling and gurgling of the water stops.

You don’t put up any defenses, only expecting him to push you out of the restroom or maybe take your backpack and look through it. But the moment he’s regained his balance, his arm shoots up and his meaty fist collides with your left eye. 

There’s a split second of silence that feels like an eternity.

Drew wears a cocky smile, satisfied with his attempt to regain his pride. Peter’s face seems to change in slow motion, turning from relief that you didn’t flood the bathroom, to horror at the way your head snaps to the side with force. Your fingers touch the area around your eye tenderly, only to come back soaked with blood. You catch your own reflection in the mirror, blood streaming down your face like tears. It feels like you stare into your own eyes for hours, trying to piece together how he actually hit you, and how there is so much blood from such a small cut. 

It’s Peter that snaps you out of your trance, that, and your tense instinct to lunge for Drew’s throat.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Peter whispers, shattering the silence that falls around you.

And just like that, you and Peter spring into action.

Blowing your cover doesn’t cross you or Peter’s mind as you swirl a heavy gust of wind around you, throwing it into Drew’s chest. His body flies into the long mirror above the sink, cracking it straight down the middle. 

Webs fly all around you, only followed by frightened shouts. You and Peter are so in sync you dodge every web he strings and he dodges the blows you throw. Your adrenaline builds so strongly, the ground begins to shake underneath your feet. 

You spread both your palms to the ground, closing your fists and rising your arms in one swift motion. Roots spring up through the tile ground, tying Drew and his two guys together with their backs to each other.

Then comes the whirring sound, one you and Peter both recognize as helicopter propellors. 

“Natasha.” you say in unison, catching each other’s eyes.

You both know what to do now. 

You pull the tree roots back into the ground, leaving the three guys sprawled on the ground. You quickly fill the earth with soil that pulls itself from the tile floor, using wind to pull the scattered webs in with it.

A hole is cut in the center of the bathroom ceiling and none other than Natasha herself jumps through.

“Cracked mirror, missing tiles in the floor, and three soon to be forgetful teenage boys. I can’t leave you two alone for two minutes can I?” Nat says, pulling three syringes from her belt, “Peter, get you and Ms.Airbender out of here. Now. We’ve gotta get a cleanup crew in here ASAP.” 

Before you can get a word in edgewise, Peter wraps one hand around your waist and lifts the other straight into the air, shooting a web that attaches to the hovering helicopter. You both fall inside, panting heavily. 

“Sorry you got punched in the mouth.” you sigh, strapping your seatbelt on.

“Sorry you got punched in the eye.” he sighs back, a smile playing on his bleeding lips. 

He pulls a first-aid kit from under his chair, taking out a moist wipe and dabbing the cut under your eye.

“It’ll need stitches.” he mutters, putting a band-aid with a cotton swab underneath on the cut. 

You don’t realize how tired you are until you rest your head against Peter’s shoulder. Your eyelids begin to droop as the steady whir of the helicopter lulls you to sleep. The last thing you feel is Peter’s arm wrap around your shoulders protectively as you are pulled into a soft sleep.

MATT // MASTERLIST


Request: Hello, I really love your writing!! And I also really miss Matt the radar technician! So I was wondering if you can write a modern!matt where the reader and him are close friends that have feelings for each other and she sticks up for him bc he gets picked on. Idk something like that. But yeah! You always know how to make your stories amazing! Thank you!!

A/N: I’m so glad I received Matt requests bc I miss that son of a bicth……thank you, anon, for the request! Enjoy :) [gif not mine]

Word Count: 2.5K+

Warning: None


Matt was, what you called, your average ‘nerd’. His glasses were as big as his head, the silver rims and thick lenses that hugged his nose. His attire was always neat and in place–although the opposite went for his bright blond hair. Now that was a mess. It was hard to keep the curls looking nice. Brushing them weren’t an option and neither was jelling it, so he let it be.

Keep reading

“(B)romance” You/Xiumin

happy birthday to my love minnie queen-chan for beta-ing this fic for me (thanks also to the sister wives who mentioned f-ckboy minseok and gave me the idea in the first place)

vague college/summer au

the guy who always comes in during your shift is kind of an asshole. But also really, really hot. 

rating: nc-17 don’t say i didn’t warn you, save yourself

“Don’t ruin your pretty little figure with all that booze.”

Minseok works his jaw like it’s a miracle of God he hasn’t leapt over the counter to duct tape your mouth shut. He’s cute® when he’s angry.

Keep reading

Gavin first meets Michael as he’s being thrown out of a bar after being caught pick-pocketing. Gavin made the rather stupid mistake of trying to take the wallet of a guy three times his size, with no backup, no weapon on him, and only his drunken impulses to guide his actions. The huge guy felt his sloppy hands, grabbed Gavin’s wrist, and threatened to beat him to death. Gavin would insist later that he was already making a plan to get out of it, already spinning the starts of lies in his head, the start of a flashy smile. But if he’s being honest he was scared. He was young, he’s been in this trash of a city for all of three months, and he has no way out of this.

“Hey!” A voice calls besides Gavin and he looks to find a short curly-haired man who couldn’t be much older than himself, freckles spattering his scowl. “The dude is like eighty pounds, leave him alone.”

The man gripping Gavin’s wrist turns to the other, his snarl getting deeper. “Fuck off, this is between me and the twink.”

The strange savior insists again he find someone his own size to pick on. The giant again tells him to fuck off. At some point a punch is thrown, the police are called, and Gavin and the stranger get shoved out the back entrance being told to never come back.

“Thanks for that,” Gavin chirps to the stranger, holding out his hand to shake. “I would’ve been ok, but thanks for the help anyway. The smegpot looked outright mean.”

Keep reading

for all the honest world to feel (trixya) (3/8) - dare

Adore popped the last bit of her french toast into her mouth. “You wanna get high and talk it out?” she said.

Brian stared at her.

She swallowed and shrugged. “I dunno. It works for me.”

(AN: sorry for the late update, i’ve been on vacation! However, this came out about twice as long as i meant for it to be, so hopefully that makes up for it? also i realized i haven’t said it before now but the title comes from “pancho and lefty” by townes van zandt, which was covered by trixie here. as usual, I (mainly) use “he” for brian&katya and “she” for adore. also, i’ve messed with a few timelines here and there because i’m lazy, and i’m not gonna apologize for that.

this week on “honest world”: more sadness. more bad jokes. stuff is stressful; brian and adore get high. brian and katya put some feelings on the table.) 

ch. 1 | ch. 2 |

*

Keep reading

Please Don’t Punch Me

Summary:

Keith is not Nyma’s boyfriend, but Lance thinks he is. Lance also thinks that Keith wants to punch him in the face for flirting with her, and maybe making out with her, but in his defense, she didn’t tell him she had a boyfriend with a jealous streak a mile wide!

So naturally, Lance buys Keith a ‘please don’t punch me in the face’ beer.  

Keith just thinks he’s flirting.

Read what I wrote under the cut :)

Keep reading

My Hero Academia Time Travel AU

Basically a time travel Au inspired by the one made by @ribbons-halos where the kids of the class 1-A ships (Midoriya/Uraraka, Todoroki/Yaoyorozu, Kaminari/Jiro, Kirishima/Ashido (HORN BUDDIES, FIGHT ME!), and Ojiro/Hagakure) go back in time due to a future threat.

Many of the ideas come from crap I’ve seen around tumblr

Lots of ideas so It’ll be under the drop

Keep reading

Best Friend?

Part 1 of 2

Genre: fluff (slight angst… very slight lol)

Member: Euiwoong ft Hyeongsub

Summary: You, Euiwoong, and Hyeongsub, best friends till the end, and the ultimate trio. But what happens when that changes?


Throughout all your school years, Hyeongsub and Euiwoong were always your best friends. They helped you with so much. Like when you got dumped by your bitch ass boyfriend who cheated on you for some stupid ass hoe. Like when they carried you home from school because being on Dance Team and your school’s Academic Competition Team took so much energy from you. Or when they were helping you practice and study for competitions or auditions.

All this help was great and definitely lightened your load and you were very thankful. And of course you helped them too. You helped them with their choreography for Produce 101 and helped them catch up on all the work they missed in class which was too damn much


RING RING RING RING

Your phone rings and it’s Hyeongsub. You pick up and all you here is screaming. The blaring of your ears caused you to hear only a few of his loud ass words.

“Y/N njsyednish 7:46 sajshfuc LATE FOR SCHOOL!!!!”

You zipped up and hung up on him realizing that you were late for school. You took a shower and got ready so quick that you could’ve gotten whiplash. You grab your bag and zoom out your front door only to see the best people, you have in your life that aren’t related to you, arguing their hearts out.

“HYEONGSUB WE’RE GONNA BE LATE TELL HER SHE NEEDS TO HURRY”

“WE HAVE 30 MINUTES EUIWOONG WE AREN’T GONNA BE LATE. Speaking of Y/N, there she is.”

“Hey guys sorry I’m late. We need to hurry Euiwoong can’t be late to class,” you said clearly teasing him.

“Be quiet I’m our class representative and i need to be responsible.”

“Lets go then Mr. Class Rep”


You got to class and looked through your bag for your homework. 

Ruffle Ruffle

“You good haha,” your seatmate, Kyulkyung said.

“No not really, i can’t find my homework.”

“Its fine Ms.Kim isn’t here so the homework won’t be collected.”

“REALLY!!!”

“No I’m kidding idk”

“UGHH I HATE YOU”

“Settle down students,” a familiar voice said, “I know most of you probably didn’t do your homework, so I’m not collecting it today.”

“Damnnnn you got lucky Y/N.”

“I did thank the lord!”

“Hey students I’m actually pretty lazy today so I’m giving you the whole period to relax and chill. Yes I’m allowing phones but if you’re gonna play music make sure you use headphones.”

“YESSSSSSS” the class exclaims.


You and your seatmate part ways as you head towards Hyeongsub and Euiwoong.

“Euiwoong, you need to tell her how you fee-”

Hyeongsub suddenly stops speaking signaling Euiwoong that you we’re coming (you didn’t notice any signals or the sudden stopping of speach lmao)

“hey guys”

“hey i actually gotta go to the counseling office see you later,” Hyeongsub said waving goodbye.

“Hyeongsu- well hes gone,” Euiwoong giggles scratching the back of his head.

OMG HES SO CuTE YesSssSS How CAn He BE SO GOoD LooKINg

“y-y-yeah haha,” damn it y/n you’re so awkward njkwdabjkbdsahfbs

“So i heard you forgot your homework.”

“Yeah i did haha.” WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS GET IT TOGETHER

“Aww you’re so cute!” he said with a smile.

OMG HE CALLED ME CUTE WHAT DO I DO UHHHHH “You’re welcome” WTF YOURE WELCOME UGHH YOURE SO STUPID

“awwwwww” he says as he scruffs your hair.

RIIIINNNGGGGGGG


The two of you step out of the room together and as you guys are walking, your hand feels a sudden squeeze.

He. Is. Holding. Your. Hand.

Not knowing what to do, you squirm out of his grip and walk awkwardly faster than him.

“OWWW Y/N!!!!” Hyeongsub yelled as you ran into him.

“SORRY HYEONGSUB”

“Are you okay?”

“Um i gotta go umm there’s some work i have to do.” 

You head to the dance room and being the stupid person you are, you forgot that ALMOST ALL of the members in your dance team know that you like Euiwoong. They knew everything. They knew you liked him before you even knew. They were your family outside of home so they knew what happened when you rushed into the dance room.

“Someone had trouble with Euiwwoooonnngggg!!!” They all yelled.

“Shhhh”

“so what happened?” Your childhood friend asked.

“SEONGWOO NOTHING HAPPENED”

“Oh i know what happened! He called you cute, ruffled your hair, and held your hand.” Seongwoo said.

“WHAT THE HELL HOW DID YOU GET EVERYTHING IN THE RIGHT ORDER?????”

“you make it too obvious that’s why” Daniel said.

A few moments pass and you’re now relaxed and fitted into the atmosphere. You sat next to Jihoon who’s too focused on his phone. You peek over his shoulder and he’s playing 8-ball with someone. The contact name said something like “__ <3 ;))” you couldn’t quite see despite the screen being right in front of you.

“Who are you playing with?”

“…..”

Okay ignored like alwayss.. you said to yourself.

Jihoon looked so focused on winning but his expression changed when he shifted his line of sight towards you and said, “I’m playing with my one and only ~<3″ He turns away from you and looks at Jinyoung with a huge smile on his face.

“Too bad you’re not his one and only,” You say aloud.

“I could say the same about you and Euiwoong.”

“WOOOWW OKAY SO YOU GOT SOME JOKES NOW DO YOU”

“YES I DO BECAUSE IM FUNNY”


THUD THUD
“Holy crap that hurt,” You heard a familiar voice say.

“Euiwoong are you okay?” Seongwoo said looking at you and nudging his head towards the hurt boy obviously telling to help him. 

You and Seongwoo basically had a whole conversation through the exchanging of looks that’s how close you guys were. So basically the conversation went like this:

Now’s your chance to approach him

I don’t want to

You have an excuse to kiss him

THATS A STUPID EXCUSE

NO ITS NOT

YES IT IS

JUST DO IT

FINE I’m not kissing him though


You run towards the hurt boy and brought him a first aid kit. You rummage through the case and found the alcohol wipes and some small Band-Aids. 

“I’m fine i don’t need all that haha.”

“Shut up.”

“Woah someone’s extreme.”

“I JUST CARE ABOUT YOU A LOT” was something you wanted to say but that just didn’t come out. In its place was, “You’re bleeding! Are you stupid!?”

You tear the packaging of the alcohol wipes and gently wiped the cut on the boy’s forehead earning a hiss from his nice beautiful lips. You finished it off with a bandage which you had trouble putting on him since your stupid ass hands kept shaking.

“Is it done?”

“Yeah”

Walking back to Jihoon, who was burning Jinyoung with his intense gaze, you feel someone grab your hand quite roughly and drag you out of the room.

Euiwoong.

Not knowing what to do you pull away and say, “What are you doing?”

“I want to talk to you”

“Can’t we talk inside?”

“No not really”

“Well I’m not liking this whole secret thing so whatever you have to tell me, you can tell it to the team.”

You grab him and wow you were holding his hand. It was soft and huge compared to your’s making you blush at the thought of it.

“Euiwoong did you attack her heart??”

All you hear is an assload of woo-ing and cheers.

“No its not like that at all” said Euiwoong.

“Sureeee” Jisung said sarcastically rolling his eyes.

“Well Euiwoong has something to say to all of us” you say in a loud, announcer-like voice.

“So what is it you have to say?” Woojin said intrigued.

“N-nothing”

“You’re such a liar smhhhh” Jisung yelled fed up with all his bullshit.

DING DING DINGGGGG

“okay guys get out and get to class” Daniel exclaimed.


TIME SKIPPPPPP


You headed home with your other thirds because if they were your other halves, you’d be more than one person lol. You walked between Euiwoong and Hyeongsub because they knew you hated being on the sides. As you were heading home, you felt a slight weight on your shoulder.

AND OMG IT WAS HIS

You became stupidly flustered, like all the previous times smh, and whacked his arm off your shoulder so hard that it hit Hyeongsub in the eye causing the both of them to groan in pain.

“I’m so sorry guys i didn’t mean t-”

“Obviously you meant it Y/N. After all, you’re the one who made me hit him,” his eyes went dark and he sounded so cold. There was this odd vibe he gave off, that you didn’t have the time to translate, before he stormed off, leaving only you and Hyeongsub to walk in the empty sidewalk.

“He’ll get over it.”

“I really hope so, but I’m not so sure. He felt so different. It’s like he’s a new person.”


You are in your house and its been about 2-3 hours. You just finished your homework and house chores, and with nothing else to do, you slept.

Your sleep us interrupted by a text from Hyeongsub.

Umm well I talked to Euiwoong and umm he’s kinda mad and wants to talk to you about something.

Well he’s gonna have to wait because i need to tell you something and it’s probably way more important than what he has to say to me.

Let’s hear it then yeah?

The door bell rings and its your mom telling you to get ready to go to your cousin’s house.

Soooo are you gonna tell me or am i just gonna wait?

You’re gonna have to wait

No you’re telling me

Nope. Not when i have to go to my cousin’s house


AHHHHHHHH this is making me wanna poop myself (not literally lmao) but it’s a work in progress so if you guys have any feedback be sure to tell me and I’ll gladly accept it. This is gonna be my first two part imagine and the first two part imagine on this blog (unless Admin Malaysia wants to be rude and post a finished two parter before me) Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed, i loved doing this:) and be sure to follow us for more imagines

This has been Admin Jerihoe ilysm lovelies<3